Your petite Korean neighbor

Hearing the knock at the door, you reflexively look down to check if you're presentable and... the fuck? You were wearing jeans and a t-shirt just a minute ago, and yet here you are standing shirtless in pajama pants and slippers. It's not just your clothes that have changed either - you're quite sure that your abs haven't been this well-defined in years, and more importantly, your pants are now cut with a third leg reaching to your knees, hinting at the frankly absurd length of the monster resting inside.

Had Charles really thrown you into this new world with no memories of it? Right, right, it was probably "more entertaining" to watch you bumble around like an idiot being amazed at every little "completely normal" thing and having no idea how you "always" acted. You roll your eyes. Unless he got off on watching you interrogated by a shrink, they probably were keeping other people from seeing anything wrong with you... but that did nothing to stop Charles' laugh echoing inside your head.

Again, a knock. Well, it's not like anyone would care about a little toplessness here. You stride over to the door, throw it open, and any regrets you had were instantly blown away by the petite, collared Asian beauty standing there. She's the unassuming Korean exchange student who lives down the hall, if you recall correctly, though you've never talked to her... clearly that was a mistake.

To start, with every inch of her tanned skin exposed, her figure looked like she had curves meant for a much taller woman packed into her four-foot-something frame. Breasts that were barely handfuls took on a whole new appearance when paired with a waist as small as hers; slim hips still jutted out proudly in an undeniable display of femininity. Every curve and ridge was on display in her glorious nudity - ankles, calves, thighs, abs, ribs, chest, shoulders - but the real gem, the thing that truly made this girl so adorable, wasn't her body.

Thick black hair poured down onto her shoulders, hiding the left side of her face and revealing one widened, expressive, almond-shaped and gently wingtipped hazel eye. Her plump pink lips were slightly parted, and on her slender neck below, she wore a black collar woven with gold thread from which hung - of all things - a large cat bell.

Apparently, this mysterious Doctor had taken your request to have women be "in heat" literally, because her body started physically responding to yours the moment she came face-to-face with your chest. Her eyes slightly dilated, her face and chest began to flush, her chest gently rose and fell as her breathing subtly became heavier, and most of all, her back arched in an unmistakable primal, animal reflex.

"Hello John..." she breathed, shuffling her feet and having a hard time meeting your gaze. Quickly, she launched into a speech that she had clearly been rehearsing in her head. "My name is Sun-ae. We haven't met but I know one of your roommates. A-Ashley just mentioned that you had a rough night, and I thought I would bring the two of you some breakfast...?" She took the lid off of the plate she held, showing eggs fried with spring onions and small bowls of rice and kimchi. "It's not much, but I did make the kimchi myself."

You raise your eyebrows. It's not much? Either this girl takes her cooking very seriously or she's got massive self-esteem issues. "Oh, don't apologize! Even just the thought means a lot, and the food looks great. I'm really glad to know that Ash has such a nice friend." You put a hand on her warm shoulder to usher her inside, but she paused as soon as she entered. Facing the bed, she made a gesture over her heart - a fist with the middle and ring fingers extended. That done, she placed the plate on the low table in front of the couch and began to look around your room.

"You have a beautiful chapel." Despite her words, she seems to take in the room differently than you - her eyes linger just as long on the well-used candles as on the luxurious crystal chandelier. Finally she notices the gift to you and its attached note, letting out a wistful sigh. "This place is full of love and life. You must be a wonderful Father."

Father? Like a priest? The way she said it seemed a bit different, but close enough for now. If you stand here much longer getting complimented by a beautiful young nudist nymph, you're liable to start getting embarrassed, so you take on your role, waving your hand and saying something suitably priestly. "I can't take credit for the love of the worshipers here. This beauty is just a reflection of them and their devotion... You should feel free to attend a service here anytime and add your love to theirs."

Sun-ae let out a squeak of surprise and looked down at her feet, avoiding your eyes. Her thick bangs fell over her face and hid her eyes entirely from view, though it couldn't hide the spreading blush. Her fingers nervously toyed with the bell around her neck as she began to babble. "S-Service you? I'm too inexperienced; we haven't even fucked yet; to ask of coming into your holy place and..."

The shy girl so casually mentioning fucking as just a normal social interaction is too much, and your third leg twitches as it begins its slow climb upwards. She notices instantly, and oddly, it seems to soothe her. Again she makes the two-fingered gesture over her heart as she breathes out her tension, starting to play with her clit instead of her bell. She continues, a bit reverently, "I'm sorry. I was thinking with my head, and not my heart. I still could not dream of leading your service... it would surely be the least pleasurable service you have ever known. However - where one of the sisterhood learning of and through the Aspects of your cock leads, there I may follow. I would be honored to join them in worship sometime."

This spirituality was interesting - not something you had fantasized about much, but being some kind of priest of penis was actually really fun in a kinky roleplay way. You still don't know how this all works, but hopefully using her own words will be enough to give her the reassurance she clearly needs. "Sun-ae," you say, brushing the fallen lock of hair back in place behind her ear so you can look her in the eye. "I don't know how you usually worship, but in this chapel it doesn't matter if your service is more or less pleasurable than other girls'. Just worship with all your heart and let me see your beautiful, unique love."

She shivered at your touch, smiled and nodded at your words, and turned her gaze back downwards to continue her calming meditation. "Every penis is beautiful; every shaft is unique. But I've never known a Father to say the same of worshippers... Ah, c-could I pray here for a moment? With your cock, I mean, not just a dildo. It's much easier to just ask it how much my worship would mean to you."

At your consent she kneels down and starts rolling up your third pant leg, unsheathing a half-erection already as long and thick as the petite girl's forearm. ...fuck. Charles had casually tossed off that they were doubling the average penis size and giving you a manhood to be proud of even in this new world, but you had no idea just how fucking huge that was. Still soft enough for gravity to have an effect on its incredible weight, it bounced and wobbled in her face as she freed your balls from their confinement, revealing that you were completely shaved down under - then it throbbed even harder as she wrapped one tiny, warm hand around a tightening testicle and the other around as much of the shaft as she could manage.

You, however, had stopped paying attention, because the look on Sun-ae's face was what you had fantasized about above all else when you thought of cock worship - and it was everything you had dreamed of. Lust, amazement, love, awe, hunger, excitement, need, joy, all these flitted across her tear-glistening face in an all-consuming, indescribable emotion that the ancients called fear of the Divine. As hot as women showing pure, raw lust were, it was in the end just animal attraction. More human was religious fervor, shaping womens' beliefs, principles, and everything that made up the very foundations of their being around the wildest and purest love for cock possible. Having both at once? Well, you were feeling like you were in heaven yourself right now.

She was straining with every sense to take in as much of the magnificent organ as she could. Her hands sunk into the still yielding flesh as far as they were able, tracing veins with her fingertips, feeling the sensation of skin sliding across skin, gently massaging the balls in different speeds and rhythms, all the while intently watching to see how the pampered shaft reacted to each touch. She leaned in closer, breathed in the changing scent as she delicately milked a large bead of precum out of the tip, then tasting it gingerly when it finally dripped onto her waiting tongue. Doubtless she was even listening to the gentle sounds that echoed across the vaulted room, now that it had fallen silent except for your heartbeat, the melody of her attentions, and her quiet, almost moaning breaths.

Against all logic, your dick continued to climb and grow with throb after throb. At some point you had to acknowledge that the entire male anatomy had changed if it could pump this much blood into a raging boner and still feel better than ever... to say nothing of the tiny but womanly girl visibly salivating over said boner. Were women now made out of fucking rubber? Because if not, that look in her eyes and those ragged breaths... she was at a breaking point and there was no telling what she might do. She'd stood up by now, both hands dancing across your diamond-hard dick vigorously, the undersides of her pert breasts slapping against the angry purple cockhead which now pointed defiantly up at them. The bell on her collar chimed in time with her movements, a clear, pure sound... it was probably designed for just this purpose. Beads of pussy juice hanging by a viscous thread from her red lips caught the morning sunlight and glistened between her thighs like diamonds. The sounds grew wetter; the oozing pre that she was practically milking out of your rod now coating the bottom of the cleavage that had been formed by her arms pressing together her swollen tits, the head slipping further and further inside the soft, lubed crack...

But before you could receive your first proper titjob, that breaking point was reached and in one swift movement, she raised a tanned, gently muscled leg high up in the air, pivoted 180 degrees, and swung her leg over the base of your shaft as if mounting a stallion. Suddenly her legs had left the ground, her featherweight body now completely supported by the unbelievably solid and sturdy pillar, her back pressed against your chest, her inside thighs and hot, wet slit surrounding part of your erection in the ultimate thigh sex. You felt her weight only as a pleasant pressure, and some muddled part of your mind wondered just how many girls her size you could fit onto this "stallion." The rest of your mind, of course, was too busy wrapping your hands around her firming boobs, spilling out of your palms in their sex-induced swelling; puffy pink areolas grown even more prominent capped with large hardened nubs that sent a shiver through her body at the slightest brush of your fingers.

As she reached backwards and wrapped her slim arms around your waist, then roughly thrust her hips outwards, dragging her clit along most of your length, then sliding back down just as quickly on the trail of pussy juice that now glistened wetly there. It wasn't enough lube to drip down and coat the sides, but her silky smooth thighs practically glided along your skin even dry. The already on-edge girl only managed three or four quick thrusts before she exploded in orgasm, back arched violently, toes arched outward, crying out in a wordless scream of ecstasy and fulfillment which faded to incoherent cries of joy. Her vagina spasmed against your sensitive skin, sending a bit of girlcum running down the inside of her legs. As she started to regain control she extended it as long as she could by rolling her hips first frantically, then lazily as it turned to aftershocks.

And yet, you still hadn't cum. No wonder she prized sexual skills so highly - if women needed men to cum, then women would have had to step up their game as men's sexual stamina skyrocketed from the experience. Repeat across all of human history, and natural selection would take care of the rest. ...Well, at least that's what made sense to you. Who knew how this mysterious Doctor had engineered things... after Charles' antics, you were still half-convinced that the reference to "praying with a dildo" and "praying with your penis" was a stupid pun they had inserted on "playing with your penis."

Sun-ae came out of her reverie when she noticed the plate of eggs only half-eaten next to you. "Oh God, John, I'm so sorry. I went too far in my praying and kept you from your breakfast... but I didn't go far enough for worship, either." Despite looking at you with eyes full of worry, she didn't stop rolling her hips and grinding her clit on your column, one arm still wrapped around you to hold herself steady and the other hand stroking your throbbing, flared cockhead like a beloved pet.

"G-Go ahead, I'll sit here and pray quietly now." Interesting, so praying was literally casually playing (between friends? acquaintances?) as you went about your everyday lives. Sun-ae had asked before praying, but it sounded like it was just because she wasn't a member of this chapel, or the "sisterhood", as she put it. The thought of multiple girls rooming with you, all nude cock addicts, going about their day with a casual cock squeeze as they pass you, sitting their bare ass in your lap to grope your balls when they want to talk, sitting next to you on the couch and licking and sucking the pre out of your slit as a movie-night snack (the damned thing being long enough that it should reach their mouth if they rest their head on your chest) then passing it to the girl on your other side like a bucket of popcorn... The last thought turns into a detailed fantasy and your cock jumps, bouncing the girl mounted on top. She giggles cutely, probably thinking you did it on purpose, so you start flexing your erection every now and again as you talk to give her a little ride.

You trace your fingers along the beautiful collar on her slender neck and smile reassuringly. "Sun-ae, I paused to enjoy your company because I wanted to - it's nice to relax for a moment sometimes with a praying girl. Besides..." You look at the clock and nearly do a double take yourself. You knew it had been shorter than it seemed, a cock-worshiping girl stretching every second of her attentions on and on, but... well, no wonder you didn't cum. "It's only been a few minutes." You take another bite of her breakfast, nod appreciatively, then gesture with your fork. "Look, I know this is the first time we've talked. You're just being a good guest, and it's really considerate. But I'm an easygoing guy. You're Ashley's friend, you showed me you're a nice girl, so now if you want, you're my friend too, right? The friend rules here are simple - my home is your home, so when I'm home, make yourself at home. I'm just down the hall, come on in if you want to talk, pray, ask about a movie night over here, whatever. In fact, if you feel the need to pray here for whatever reason, that's between you and your personal religion and I won't pry. I admire that, actually. If the roommates don't mind and my cock is available, then you can even pray with that, no need to ask before walking in and grabbing my dick."

...Even the kinkiest of your exes would have been a little taken aback, not at the idea of grabbing your dick whenever she wants, but that you just came up with all that on the fly and said it with a straight face. Well, the secret seems to be confidently BSing about whatever kinky thing comes to mind, and seeing as this is all based around your kink, it's close enough. Besides, it does wonders for the self-confidence part to have a stunning little nymph starting to beam and nod at your words. She's cheering visibly at your acceptance, and the speed of her rolling hips even picks up a few notches as she does, managing to keep the shaft she's still smearing with her love juices rock-hard. "You're... too kind. Thank you. I hope we can be good friends."

You continue eating, she continues playing - praying, rather. You start stroking the top of her head the way she's treating your cock's head, jokingly at first, but she actually pushes her head against you to receive the headrubs with a sigh of contentment. Her attentions bring to mind the first thing she said about praying - it was easier to ask the cock than him about his feelings? Probably a good idea to get to the bottom of this dick whisperer thing, so you bring it up, seeing if she minds you asking what she meant. She on the other hand is only too happy to talk - not surprising, cocks are probably her favorite subject.

"Oh! Maybe you've never heard it put that way before then. Being in the presence of a penis is a very personal spiritual experience so all girls talk about it differently, and also my religion isn't common here so that also changes some parts of how I interpret it compared to people of this country. But... The way I personally see it, I think it will help you understand a little more. You see, I grew up bilingual so when I touched my first cock and felt it throb in response... that awakening we all experience at our first touch where the confusing, fascinating presence that every penis has suddenly starts to make sense as we realize how truly expressive they are... well, the intense divine joy that I felt was like recognizing a third language being spoken to me. A physical language, one wired into you to give and into me to receive. As I learned to understand this phallic language, I came to feel like these pure emotions the penis expressed came from the man himself - rather than thoughts spoken from the mind, filtered and communicated imperfectly, these were the feelings of a man's heart, things which we can barely describe or may even have no words for but which his cock and balls speak honestly and fully to any woman who will listen and learn its particular nuances, its unique voice. Thus, a man... is..."

She spoke much more confidently and eloquently when evangelizing like this, the quiet shyness and occasional halting stutters as she second-guessed her words completely gone. In fact, she'd dismounted at some point during her little lecture and now seemed to stand as tall as her diminutive height allowed, chest puffed in pride. Still, she finally trailed off. "Well... I am starting to get into religious matters which Ashley and I would disagree on, instead of just accepting as us focusing on different aspects of the Divine experience we all share. That's not what you asked about. It's just... Well, it's silly and maybe a bad habit, but because of the third language analogy I started with, the easiest way for me to describe what I'm doing in words is to say it's like a little conversation. So this," she indicated her gentle caressing of your half-deflated manhood, "is nothing much actually, just some comforting and loving pillow talk between friends as he goes to sleep. Earlier, I was saying hello and introducing myself and my body, letting it tell me about itself and by extension you, and it..."

She closed her eyes and shuddered, a deep shudder that ran from head to toe, and buried herself in your chest as much as she could. "...God, John," she eventually said, her voice muffled and starting to babble like she had when you had first met. "It's still in my mind, it was so strong and loving. The touch and love of a woman means so much to it, and it... you... want to give so much love back to me, for doing nothing but presenting myself as I am. God. I've never felt... so empty..."

As she spoke, her fingernails dug harder and harder into your back. "I... fuck..."

"I need..."